There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.
There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those starts like somw snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
It was no dream of the gift of idle hours,
Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf:
Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak
To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows,
Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers
(Pale orchises), and scared a bright green snake.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories